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Mystyk Spiral AKA
Helpful Corn AKA "something, something Explosion"
"My heart is like an open wound,
That reads the tea leaves of its doom.
Soothe me with redemptions love,
Like a heat proof kitchen glove."
Jesse Moreno- Jesse does rhythm guitar in Mystik Spiral.
Nicholas Campbell- Nicholas does bass in Mystik Spiral.
Max Tyler- Max plays drums in Mystik Spiral.
As lashes close,
I see my woes,
Spread out like a carpet of bugs,
In absence of light,
Pass visions of night,
And shallow graves left halfway dug,
Behind my eyelids,
Is a world you cannot see,
A place that's just for me,
Behind my eyelids,
You watch a tear,
It trickles clear,
And glistens on my skin,
My liquid pain,
Oh, would profane,
Please baby, let me in.
(Repeat Chorus)
You're an angel in black,
you sure have the knack,
of putting my heart,
on the shelf in the back.
I'm waiting my turn,
Oh! when will I learn?
My poor heart, you're giving it freezer-burn!
Yah!
ChOrDz for this song are : Cm, Bm, Bbm, Am - thanx Brian haha!
Little Sister, Little Sister,
You came into my life like a twister,
what can I get you tahta haven't taken?
What can I get you that hasn't been killed by corruption and greed?
What can I get you that isn't tye-dyed, or just like you already have, or plastic, or not alive, or so sad,
Does anybody know,
Does anybody know why we're here.
Does anybody know,
Does anybody know why we're here.
Does anybody know,
Does anybody know why we're here1
~This song was written for Trent's sister, Jane Lane as a birthday present~
There's no place to hide things,
Under the bed,
And nowhere to hide from what's true,
Down here by the floor,
My soul calls out "More!",
But knows that its cry won't get through,
From the futon,
From the futon,
Everything, always so low,
From the futon,
From the futon,
I'm in limbo - how low can I go?,
I don't have a headboard,
Or boxspring of wire,
My spirit's hit low altitude,
The mattress is thin,
It's itching my skin,
And that isn't helping my mood,
From the futon,
From the futon,
Everything, always so low,
From the futon,
From the futon,
I'm in limbo - how low can I go?,
I'm glad your happy watching my pain,
Burning crop circles on my soul's razor brain,
We had no love seen but you cut to the chase,
You're choppin off my nose to spite my face,
Ow, my nose.
Ow, my face.
Ow, my nose.
Ow, my face.
Oooooooowwwwwwwww!
You've hijacked my brain.
Moth to a flame.
If you don't release me,
I'll go just the same.
Moth gonna fly,
Moth gonna fly,
Moth gonna fly from your love
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